a thought....

She doesn't even sound like my sister.  Slurry speech, muffled marble-mouth pauses on elongated silence!  It just isn't her.  I want to hang up because I can't take it.  The decoding.  What'd you say, I can't understand?  The frustration I feel for her.  What is this cancer doing?  Redefining who she is to the world, to herself...to me?  I can't understand - but she's saying something.  Right?  She must have a point.  There must be a point to all this muddiness, this madness.  Cancer is ugly.  But not my sister.